Write about: the cleaner.
Slower day at the bakery today. Actually had cinnamon buns and croissants left at closing time, along with a half dozen loaves of bread, three baguettes, and two bags worth of ciabatta buns. Made for some extra work at the end of my shift.
While I was working Kat was in town running errands with the boys. On their way back home, as she was driving down Main Street, the car decided to stop working. At least she was able to pull into an open parking spot.
So it's at the garage now, and they'll be looking at it tomorrow morning. Fingers crossed for good news.
"Honey, have you seen my watch?"
"Um... have you seen my car keys?"
"Don't you always leave them on the hook in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, but they're not there."
"Maybe Claire moved them when she was tidying up in there this morning."
"I guess that's something she'd do."
"You know how she's always putting stuff back in the wrong spot. It's a good thing she's so nice."
"Yeah, she's a real sweetheart. Hey, do you know where my wallet is?"
"It's just... I could have sworn I left it right here."
"It'll turn up eventually."
"I guess. Oh... have you s-"
"I'm trying to get dinner ready in here! Can't it wait until later?"
"I guess. It's just... I feel like maybe we should know where our baby is right now..."